Spring Shadows & Weeping Willows
I saw you;
when I passed the dream valley
nipping me in a dream
framed in the riparian
distilled rivulet.
The dream was tuneful, as a song
lovely rhythmic pattern
iambic pentameter
It had three quatrains
followed by a couplet.
Beautiful as blooming blossoms.
I forgot to exhale, for a while
weeping willows; started to cry
and peeped into the mirrored brook
tears start to fall
Our journey; centuries long journey
nipping me in a dream
framed in the riparian
the hanging picture
divided by a elm trunk
in the calm cool meadow
-by Don Susil Premaratne
Ottawa, ON, Canada
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